The street I grew up on is being taken over by eminent domain. Almost all the houses on it have been emptied and some are already reduced to piles of rubble. My parents are still living in the house but in a year it’ll probably be demolished.
The following pictures are taken from our next door neighbor’s house. They lived in this house for over 40 years and took such careful care of it. Mr Burns died about 10 years ago from Alzheimer’s and horribly, no one knows where Mrs Burns is. What's left of them is open to the elements, people have come in to strip the house of whatever might be valuable and from the mattress, it looks like someone is squatting here.
I guess this is just the natural process of living, dying and the march of incessant progress. But I can't help remembering the story of how they won a coveted bag of onions in a dancing contest in England during WWII, her Shepard’s Pie and how they gave our rabbit carrots and ice cubes on hot summer days.
Banana bread recipe
Christmas ornaments found and discarded.
Years and years of carefully kept checks now scattered.
